Dream Journal 7/21/17 | Reunion

I was in a conference room with a bunch of people that I had gone to high school with, over nine years ago.

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I stood in front the refrigerator, searching. The fridge was nearly empty. My stomach growled again, and I reached for a bottle, nestled between the mustard and the Sriracha. Zesty Italian dressing is no substitute for olive oil, but it was really all I had.